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Entry 200
Title: The Best Generation. Also 200! Whoo!
By: Sex on Wheels
Captain’s Log, Stardate 68344: I find myself at school, ready to fucking die because it’s cold as fuck and I haven’t had any coffee yet. Issuing request that Starbucks be placed on the bridge. Commander Comatose is nowhere to be seen and Admiral Crowley is being a regular ass so fuck this. For my first decree as Captain, all Mondays are outlawed. School is canceled and everyone can go back to sleep. Tell all enemy ships to come back tomorrow. We aren’t fucking here.
See you, I’m ditching for the day. I’ll have my brother drop this off or something. I don't know, I'm too sleepy to form proper coherent thought right now.
But continuing with my captainly duties before I bow out for the rest of the day, as the only captain aboard the Starship Journal, I hereby choose to ignore the ramblings of the fake Captain. Naw, kidding ya, but seriously, thanks for backing off. We all appreciate it.
And Ensign Moondor, I'm putting you on descrambling the coded message left by Oqpga last week.
Captain Wheels out.
PS: Seriously, we are never gonna be able to maintain a question chain and this epic story of gerbils and penguins. So I’ll answer and then as Captain of the Starship Journal, stop the chain.
I want my brother to escape the shitty life we have.
“There is a penguin shaman to the north,” Salazar explained. “He might be able to cure her of her affliction. You must go quickly or it may be too late to save her.”
Entry 201
Title: Human
By: Vampirate
Abaddon just practically fled our first class and it’s just bizarre seeing her so sick. Tough kickass Abaddon having to run to the bathroom because she’s puking her guts out. It’s almost like she’s…human or something. I don’t have a problem with the little spitfire, no way, but it’s hard to see her as a demon when she’s so sick right now. Sister, hope you feel better. Lawrence High is sadly missing your reign of terror.
Picasso, why don’t you go crawl back into whatever portal from Hell you crawled out of? Leave Deano be. It’s obvious he’s got enough on his plate already without your sorry ass coming in to make it worse. And besides, Deano’s got a hornets’ nest behind him. Kick it too much and you very well might just get stung.
Vampirate
“I’ll go find him and bring him back here. He’ll fix Josie for sure.”
Entry 202
Title: Lilith Goes Camping
By: Lilith
Welcome back to Story Time with Lilith.
When I was eight, my dad decided he wanted to “connect” with me more. It was most likely to appease my overbearing mother, but I couldn’t hold it against him. He could never say no to her, even when she proposed and he wasn’t in love with her. But this is not their story, it is mine. When I was eight, my father decided that he and I would go away for a week and camp.
I didn’t like camping.
And it was lovely in the sort of way that people find nature lovely. I found it mostly dirty. I would have preferred to stay at home and watch Calcifer catch the pigeons, but I went with my father anyway. I didn’t have much of a choice at that time anyways. My father did his best even if it wasn’t every good. The food burned and we forgot sunscreen and mosquitos got inside the tent. I was pretty much fine, but my poor father was burned and eaten alive.
He didn’t want to be there and I didn’t want to be there, but we stayed anyways to appease my mother. She really is an overbearing monster, even on her best days.
On the third day of our trip, my father decided that we couldn’t spend any more time hanging around the camp doing nothing, so we took a hike. My father’s not much of an outdoors man. He prefers treadmills to hiking, but he tried. My father’s also not much of a navigator.
Within a half hour, we lost the trail. We stumbled along for another couple hours, slowly getting more and more lost. It was getting late and it was obvious that my dad was getting distressed because we hadn’t found our way back yet. My overbearing monster mother would have his head and then somehow she’d have mine too. She’s that sort of person.
Night fell and we were still lost. My dad decided rather than staying outside, we should try to find our way back in the dark, so we continued hiking.
Then we found the dead body.
Turns out someone was running a drug circle of some sort out in the woods and we’d stumbled on one of the guys who had crossed them.
My dad called the rangers and they came and saved us. Turns out we had actually almost found our way back to the trail. The police came and collected the body and our statements. They closed down the park for the day, booting people out so they could conduct a manhunt for the rest of the junkies in the forest.
My dad took us home and my overbearing monster mother yelled at us.
I got put in therapy.
Lilith
“I’m going too!” Josie said, stepping forward. She could see after all so why would she wait behind?
Entry 203
Title: People require my appreciation
By: The Rebellious One
Poor Abaddon. Honestly, why doesn’t she just go home? I mean, I get she’s fine other than the puking, but still, she must feel awful, and the puking is grossing out a bunch of my friends who have weak stomachs. No offense to her or anything, but wouldn’t it be better if she just went home? But I have to say, I agree with you, Vamp. Normally we all bitch about Lilith and Abaddon and Meg and the crazy shit they’re doing and what they’re saying, but when they’re not acting like usual, it’s weird. It’s like there’s this weird void.
Lilith, your stories are the same as always, disturbing and entertaining. Though I will admit that I’d never heard that one before; and I’ve heard pretty much all of them. Always nice to hear new material and when you grow up with the same friends, that’s rare. Though wow, dead bodies. Yikes. Why don’t I remember hearing about this? Sure explains why you are the way you are. It’s like you were practically raised on freaking people out.
And Picasso, fuck off. Haven't you already caused enough trouble for us? Why are you still even here? No one wants you to be!
Rebellious
“I don’t care if I get hurt. I wanted adventure, I wanted to fly, and this is the closest I’ll ever get to it!”
Entry 204
Title: Calling All Lifeboats
By: Blonde with Brains
I found out why my friend has been doing so badly. I think I’m gonna be sick, physically sick to my stomach. I…I don’t know how to fix this. I’m not even sure he wants me to fix this. Can you help someone who doesn’t want help? Am I even allowed to do that?
Badass, what do I do? I don’t know how to help him! I don’t…I don’t know what to do, but he needs me to help him. He’s not doing well, Badass. He thinks he’s okay, but he’s not. he doesn’t really how badly he’s doing. He needs my help.
Does that make me a good person for trying to help or a bad person for ignoring what he wants?
Blondie
“Well I care if you get hurt!” Henry told her, taking her flippers into his gerbil paws. “I want to make sure you’re safe.”
Entry 205
Title: Chinju Kŏmmu
By: The Prophet
I saw knives, knives everywhere. They were in the hallway of the 600 building at school and in this black car and at this bar, I think. At least I think it was a bar because there were all these bottles of liquor everywhere. There are knives and this blonde girl and they’re around her, but she doesn’t have one and I think that’s important. And she might be bleeding? I don’t know. I saw red, but it didn’t seem like it was exactly on her.
This one seemed a lot more jumbled up than usual. I’ve been straining to see things a lot more than usual. I wonder if it’s starting to take its toll. Things are so much less clear now than they have been. I’ve been getting a lot more colors than anything.
The Prophet
“It’ll be better if I come with you. I can still see and it’ll save time if I’m there to meet the shaman with you.”
Entry 206
Title: Fucked Up Chicks
By: Picasso
What if Abaddon’s actually pregnant and this is the way we all find out, by all her puking and shit? Wouldn’t that be fucking hilarious? Can you imagine? Yo, Prophet, what do your freak visions say about that? Is there anything actually useful in that head of yours?
And Lilith, you are one fucked up chick. I appreciate that in a girl. Dead bodies, you don’t see enough of those in stories nowadays. Everything is way too "politically correct." Nobody's brave enough to trample on some toes anymore. Fuck that.
And since you can’t really leave one out. Meg, your tits are fabulous.
Picasso
Entry 207
Title: Listen Up!
By: Gumby
Abaddon is not pregnant. Honestly. Where the hell are you even getting this information? I would know if she was pregnant because I have a locker close to hers for gym. There’s been nothing of the sort. Look at me, doing the right thing for once, dispelling a rumor rather than starting it. You see that, Third Man? I can actually do some good! God, I'm not an idiot, you pretentious bastard.
Now Blondie, you try and help him. If you don’t you’re gonna feel awful about it for the rest of your life. Seriously, I know from experience. At least try. It might not go exactly the way you want it to, but you’ve got to try otherwise you’re gonna regret it. Go and fucking get it, girl! You’ve got this.
Picasso, you're a bastard. Rebellious was right, why the fuck don't you just leave and get along with your miserable existence. You don't even deserve the name. Honestly, Picasso was an amazing artist and his works revolutionized the way we view modern art today! And that's not even mentioning the amazing activism work he did with his famous "Guernica," bringing attention to Franco like that when most people forgot the civil war was even going on! You're putting shame to his name!
Also, did anyone hear that Mr. Adler is leaving at the end of the year? Because I can’t wait for that. I heard he’s moving to New Jersey or something. FINALLY. After all the shit he’s pulled this year: being mean to all the freshman, mocking and shouting at his students, and just being a general ass. Praise Jesus, this is the best new I’ve gotten all week.
Gumby
So both Josie and Henry set out to the north to find the mysterious penguin shaman. It began to get colder which was perfectly fine for Josie since she was a penguin and all, but Henry’s fur couldn’t protect him.
Entry 208
Title: Chapter 11
By: Carver Edlund
I’m trying something a little different this week. I just…someone said I need to expand my horizons so don’t kill me for this; I’m just trying out a new style.
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It was a Saturday in May, warm so that we had to keep the windows open because she didn’t have air conditioning, just a beat up old fan that rattled as it spun. We lounged on her bed for a little bit, laughing about old Sailor Moon cartoons, and I didn’t tell her but I was just a tad scared that the fan would come loose and fall on us.
Her parents weren’t supposed to be home, but they were, chatting downstairs as they watched an episode of Fringe. Her mother had gotten sick so her folks had stayed home for the weekend instead of going out like they’d planned.
It was beautiful in its awkwardness, tender in the way that a movie or a porno can never quite capture. Let me tell you from experience that that’s all choreographed bullshit. Reality is a lot more fumbling to make sure the music is high enough so her parents can’t hear and trying to make sure everything feels good and shushing each other because the windows are open and her neighbors are nosy.
When she first pulled off her shorts, she kneed me in the face and spent five minutes trying to apologize for it. I didn’t mind much, it was my fault really for being that close, but she did. I found it adorable more than anything, but she was so nervous already that it took another three minutes to calm her down.
She’d bought this bra from Victoria’s Secret, all lacy white that made her look younger than she actually was. It made me feel like a kid looking at their crush all over again, seeing her in that perfect light and that white bra. She moved my hands for me because I was a little too frozen, helped me take it off when I couldn’t quite figure out the clasp.
I never told her, but I never really liked the bra. It made her look younger than she actually was, more like a child.
We ended up fucking on the floor so her parents couldn’t hear the squeak of her old mattress against the thrust of her hips. We tore up her bed, threw down her pillows and her blankets onto the floor to make the hardwood under the carpet more forgiving against my back. And oh, how I needed those pillows.
Her iPhone played Christina Perri songs on repeat to mask the sounds and sometimes I’d catch her mouthing the words to the song. I laughed when I caught her one time and the blush spread all the way to the tips of her shoulders. She smacked me when I teased her about it, but I couldn’t find it in me to fight back.
On the drive home (After all the awkward ‘hello’s and ‘goodbye’s to the parents and ‘does my hair look okay’s to her), the car was empty save the sound of the one Christina Perri song I owned set to repeat. The family in front of me had one of those minivans with the flip down TV screens so I watched Loony Toons when I was behind them at the red light. The car next to me had the bass turned up way too high. It rattled through the car and set my teeth on edge.
It was a lonely drive home.
When I got home, I took everything off my bed, threw my pillows and blankets on the floor. I slept there, back aching against the carpet in my room. And it reminded me of her.
Carver
“We need to move quickly,” Josie realized as she saw Henry shivering. Everything moved behind her eyes, blueprints unfolding as Henry shivered next to her.
Entry 209
Title: FUCK THE KING
By: Dr. Badass
NOT A SINGLE NACHO THIS WEEK. FINE. I GET THE MESSAGE, SCHOOL. I’LL MAKE MY OWN FUCKING NACHOS.
They’re still going in the menu though in protest of your LACK OF TASTE. And King of Hell, have your fucking enchiladas this week. Fuck you man. You’re an ass. How’d you even get this job? Why’d you even get this job? It sounds like you hate kids. Hate to break it to you, but that’s most of what teaching is, dealing with kids.
Blondie, you help him. Do you hear me? If you can, you help him. If you really care about him, which I have no doubt you do because let’s be real, the only person you could hate is Adler who deserves it, then you help him. He may not appreciate it at first, some people are like that even when you’re doing it for their own good, but he will later. And if you feel he really does need the help then you’re probably doing the right thing. Trust your gut.
Here’s Your Menu:
Monday: Burgers
Tuesday: Pizza
Wednesday: Tacos
Thursday: Fucking enchiladas. I hope you burn in hell, King.
Friday: Nachos to the end of time
Badass
“I’ll be fine,” Henry insisted, forging forwards like the badass gerbil he was. “We don’t have time to get me more protection. Let’s just keep going forward.”
Entry 210
Title: I liked cryptograms before it was cool
By: Queen of Moondor
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Carver, there was something sweet about that, you know? You’re right, porn really can’t get it right and you don’t see it often written from a point of view like that. Everyone’s always expected to be experienced and stuff. It’s nice. I liked it, made me nostalgic for the first girl I ever dated. She had this old record player and would blast Coldplay from them like a hipster. I haven’t thought about her in a while.
And Gumby, I'm impressed. You never struck me as the artsy type.
Moondor
Along the way, they met a snake named Larry that lived out in the snow, protecting itself with furs. It graciously gave them furs in exchange for permission to come along with them.
Entry 211
Title: Fuck Titles, Man
By: Hell’s Finest
Dude, Winchester, I’m sensing some trouble in paradise with your brother. He and one of his friends had this huge shouting match. And I’m not saying it was about him doing drugs, but that’s exactly what it was about.
And please, Gumby. After all the time that Gordon and Abaddon have been fucking each other, there’s bound to have been at least one breakage in there. Trust me, you can’t dispel the idea just because you trust the condoms you get fucked with, because I certainly don’t trust the ones I get fucked with. And I certainly trust the ones that Abaddon gets fucked with, you know how cheap Gordon is. And Picasso? Really? Wow, look who's got a little depth to her 2D attitude. Did you look that up on the internet?
Also, is there a reason I keep seeing “I’m here, Esau” written everywhere? I don’t have an issue with our local angst. Trust me, sometimes it’s nice to see that I’m not the only motherfucker messed up around here, but what’s going on?
I have two questions about this story by the way. One, where the fuck did Larry get those furs? And two, why the fuck is the snake named Larry?
Hell’s Finest
With Larry the badly named snake in tow, the trio made their way to Mt. Doooooooo, the home of the shaman penguin, Magnus.
Entry 212
Title: The Levels of Nerdery are Astounding
By: Commander Comatose
Commander Comatose? Really? Even I, as dorky and unsocial as I am, can tell this is encroaching on high levels of nerdery. However, Captain, as I am only a Commander, I have no right to question your judgement. And as your Commander I can only hope that you have returned to your duties.
Carver, there was something special about that piece. It feels hard to critique it for grammar issues as I get too distracted by the emotions every time I read it. So I’ll just say, the sentiment behind the piece is lovely. It feels like you got where you were aiming for with the piece. Please return to this point of view again.
Comatose
Mt. Doooooooo was frozen with ice and all three of the companions were unable to summit it. “Surely the only way up would be through flight!” Josie exclaimed, looking towards the pass they had been reaching for.
Entry 213
Title: Cuties
By: Knife Collection
Finally, send Adler the fuck away from here! I fucking hate that guy. He’s an ass and all the teachers hate him too. I honestly hope he got fired because he deserves it. He’s such an ass.
Carver, that was unusually sweet. Seriously, man, I’m used to the weird sci-fi shit with robots drowning people and dystopian tree societies. This was a nice change of pace, especially after Prophet’s weird ass vision. Feeling pretty nervous over here after reading it. Anyways, I wonder who the lucky gal is that got featured in this, though I can’t imagine what it must have been like kneeing you in the face!
And Comatose, I’m sorry but I can’t help but sympathize with (Can’t believe I’m saying this) Captain when you and Wheels flirt across the page so shamelessly. It’s hard not to see where she’s coming from when you are literally making eyes at each other in writing. I don’t even know how that’s possible, but you two do it.
Knife
“That’s exactly what is required to reach my home,” said a penguin, swooping down through the air to land in front of them. “I am the Shaman Magnus, why are you here, seeking my help?”
entry to something. i’m not sure what yet.
title: when the levee breaks
by: esau’s legacy
i figured it out, this damn peace that my brother’s been keeping with my dad. i should have known that something was wrong when he and my dad stopped arguing. i should have fucking known. they never stop and they’ve been quiet for a few weeks now and that isn’t a good sign because my brother usually starts it and god damn it! damn it all to fucking hell!
he had to go to Alastair of all people. Alastair! fuck them both! i’ve warned him so many times and now he’s shooting up like some fucking junkie and some freshman bitch has gotten him hooked on the shit and there’s only one person who still deals around here and he’s given me two scars on my back and he’s going to eat my brother alive. that fucker, i’ll kill him.
what the fuck did I do wrong?! where the fuck did I go wrong? I mean, I practically raised the kid and he’s just… shit, I fucked up. after all, he’s just taking after me. this fucked up family and all our crap issues. dad is gone half the time and it’s just a matter of time before he leaves again and i can’t even tell him about my brother. he’ll just kick him or kick him out and that can’t happen. i can’t let that happen. shit.
my brother is gonna implode and i can’t watch this happen. fuck. fucking fucking fuck. i can’t believe this. i can’t fucking believe this. after everything he has to go do this. fucking this. goddamn it. i can’t tell who wants the morphine more right now, him or me.
esau’s legacy
Entry 215
Title: Everyone is Okay
By: Gumby Girl
Okay, you know what. I happen to like art and art classes so step off. I like Picasso (the painter) and I certainly hate Picasso (the asshole) so let me be pissed at him. This was not an invitation for an attack from the rest of you on my obviously amazing intellect. And yes, I had to google some of the facts on Guernica to make sure I had them correct, but I'm allowed to have opinions and I happen to like Picasso. So fuck you, let me have art. I don't need your bullshit.
So maybe you’re right, Hell’s Finest. I mean, with the way that Abaddon and Gordon have been fucking, there’s bound to have been a slippage or two. It’s possible. It’s really fucking possible. But I don’t believe it. Abaddon is careful. She wouldn’t let herself get knocked up by some prick like Gordon. So yeah, it’s possible, but I really fucking doubt it.
Also, why the fuck are people writing in weird coded messages? I feel really left out and if there is one thing that does not suit me, it is not knowing things! Fuck this, I’m using an internet decoder or something. There’s gotta be a way to solve this.
Rebellious, how you doing? You usually give us an update or something, but I haven’t heard anything from you this week. I learned more about genders this week. Cool stuff. Look, I know life sucks for you right now. High school sucks for most people, me included. Like really, high school is shit. But you’ll get through it. Just a year or two more and then you’re off to college. Don’t take any of that stay at home bullshit. You just need to hold on and I know it seems like a long time to hold on, but you can do it. Just get yourself through this and don’t do anything stupid.
And Carver, why can’t all men be like you? For real, half the dudes I sleep with are like, done and gone. It’s such bullshit. I wish I had a guy like you who would make me laugh during sex and build blanket nests on the ground with me just so my parents (if they even fucking cared) wouldn’t hear. You sound like a sweet guy.
Esau, man, woah. Calm down. You’re okay. You’re okay. And you didn’t do anything wrong. You never should have had to raise your brother and your father sounds like a fucking asshole. But if your relationship is good with your bro, you can fix things with him. Talk to him or something. Hide shit from your dad, it sounds like you’re used to it. Like, man, calm down. You can get through this. We know you can, so just…you’re okay.
Gumby
“Josie has a blood infection or something!” Henry shouted. “We were trying to give her the ability to fly but it went wrong and she went blind…kinda.”
By: Paradise Lost
I fucked up so bad, guys. I fucked up so bad and I don’t know how to fix it. I mean, I’ve fucked up before (I’m always just fcuking up everything and I don’t know how to fix it!) Everyone wants me gone and I want to be gone too. I don’t want to die, but I want to disappear and never come back. I want everything to be over. Not in a death-is-final way, more of an I’m-not-here-and-I-never-have-to-come-back way. I’m ready to just be done and have everything be over with, guys. I have so much I want to do, but it’s not worth it if I’m stuck inthis fucking hellhole of a town forever. I’ll be unhappy here if they try and keep me so I can’t stay anymore. I just want to leave and never come back ever. So I’m going to. I’m going to leave and I’ll find my way out no matter what it takes. I can’t stand being here anymore. I hate it. I hate having to stay here and pretend that everything is okay, going through day after fucking day with that same stupid smile plastered on my face. It’s not okay. Nothing is okay. I have to go home and deal with my life there and then come back and say everything is fine when it’s not and I just want ot be okay again. God, my life sucks at home. Here, I have friends, I have my boyfriend, I have actual people who actually care about me, but I don’t have that at home. I don’t have anything I need at home. I have to get out.
I wanted things to be different. I want things to be perfect and go back to the way they were before my mom died (my borthers say it was nice) and before everything went to hell. I want so many things. I want to publish a book and go to college and get a tattoo and party with my friends and be content here with my family and my boyfriend. But I can’t be. Not anymore. I can’t do any of that here. I need to get out and go someplace. I need to go where I’m not so constantly trapped. This place is killing me.
This place is killing me and I’m not going to die here. If I die, then it’s on my own terms.
I’m sorry.
I’m leaving.
And esau, good luck with him.
Paradise Lost
Entry 217
Title: Calling it
By: Texas Ranger
Holy shit, do you think Abaddon is really pregnant? I mean, I get that it’s only a possibility, but I’ve seen morning sickness before and this is definitely morning sickness. With how sick she’s been lately and with her refusing to go home otherwise. I mean, she’s not really been sick other than the puking so I’m gonna say morning sickness.
She’s pregnant. I’m calling it.
Esau, I think this is the point where you go to the counselors or the teachers or Daybreak. You can’t do this all by yourself and you know it, bro. You’re scared of your dad. It’s okay. You can fix it. If you’re who I think you are, then you can stay at my place like you used to. My folks always loved you and you know where the key is. You can get through this, man. So don’t freak out. We got you.
And Paradise, it's the same thing. We're here for you so don't do anything drastic. We're here.
Texas Ranger
“Ah, the snakes have been attempting my spells again,” Magnus said fondly. “Allow me to undo what has been done to you.”
Entry 218
Title: Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
By: The Third Man
Ranger, we were doing so well. I never even expected that you’d be the one to spoil the whole game. I mean we even had GUMBY of all people dispelling the idea, removing the rumor, and then you had to go and blow it up again. And I got what you were saying with the “I’m not saying it’s true, but I think it is,” but you know how people are. I mean, there’s three harpies behind me in class who are just eating up the rumor. It doesn’t matter whether Abaddon is pregnant or not now because people will believe she is either way.
This is exactly what happened with Dean and Cas. I thought we’d covered this.
And I can't believe I'm saying this, but I actually agree with Gumby. Just because she loves gossip doesn't mean she can't love Picasso too. And the sentiment in her entry was the important part, fucking with Picasso (the asshole). Stop trying to undermine that because that's what's really important. Dear God, what has my life come to? I'm actually agreeing with you, Gumby.
Carver, I think my favorite part about your story is that everyone automatically assumed that it was true. It was sweet and all, but I’m too busy laughing at all the girls singing their praises over you and how sweet you are. This is fucking hilarious. You have to tell us, true story or fantasy?
Esau, Paradise, take Ranger’s advice. You can’t do it alone and you know that all of us would help you out. I think even Lilith might be moved to some rare compassion. Seriously, don’t kill yourself over this.
And Hell’s Finest, I think someone started a movement…about Esau. People are just writing “I’m here, Esau” across every surface they can find. I’ve seen it on white boards, desks, walls, someone even chalked it in on the sidewalk. It’s fucking everywhere. And I’m seeing a couple of deep dark secrets written up along with the signature. I think it’s just people showing support for what the dude is going through. Those who aren’t writing in the Journal are getting the chance to show their support for Esau, albeit without really coming forward to admit who they are.
You know what, kudos to you Lawrence High. You got one right for once.
Third Man
“There is only one consequence, Josie. If I restore your eyesight, then you will never be able to fly, but if you were to remain like this, I could advance the effects and allow you to fly. Which would you choose?”